A/N: So I lied again and said I would write starting in May, I would apologize but you guys should be used to me by now. Lol.

So, I feel really bad about not finishing those drabbles. So, here I am. I don't promise to update every day.

Anyway, so two people gave the lovely idea of this prompt. Well, one actually gave me the prompt, the other gave me a lovely suggestion...

Trixie Lestrange gave me the prompt: báinne. She also wanted me to include that some idiotic father drank it. Funny, Ron fits that so well.

NifflerPajamas0519 said to make it into a story. I agreed it was a good suggestion. They can all stand alone, but they are all centered in the same universe as A is for America.

Thanks for the prompt and suggestions! :)

Warnings: not beta'd, but they never are. I need betas! Lol

B is for Báinne

When Hermione contemplated walking into the door, she never expected the sight before her: Ron stomping on a carton of milk labeled "báinne cìche" and Ginny and Harry two seconds away from doubling over from laughing so hard. Two thoughts instantly flashed through Hermione's mind, well three, actually. One, why did Ron have Irish milk...specifically why that kind of milk? Two, why was Ginny and Harry here; and three, what has gotten Ron into such a fit that it would cause Ginny and Harry to, oh there it is, finally double over from laughing so hard?

Ginny was the first to notice Hermione standing in the entrance of the kitchen with a shocked expression on her face. Ginny repeatedly tried to reign in her laughter and compose herself. After the third try it finally worked.

"Her-Hermione," Ginny started, still trying to control the giggling, "You have to hear this!"

Ron finally stopped stomping on the milk carton and looked up at the sound of his wife's name. Immediately, panic seeped in as he realized his embarrassment was going to be told to his wife and hoping said wife didn't notice all the spilled milk on the floor from his earlier fit of throwing the half drained carton on the ground as he proceeded to stomp the liquid out of the container.

"NO!"

"Oh, come on Ron it-" Harry tried to go on as a laughing fit randomly hit him again at the recollection of Ron's face contorted in horror and disgust upon realization. Harry finally was able to finish his sentence, "-was funny."

"No it bloody-"

"Ronald, language," Hermione admonished, her shock melting as concern for the children picking up on bad language, "children are in this household."

"Yes, dear," Ron finished sheepishly, eyes lowered in muted apology.

" Now what were you saying Ginny?"

" Hermione, I cant. I wont be able to finish the story without laughing," Ginny stated already attempting to hold in more uproarious laughter.

"Then DON'T TELL HER," Ron bellowed, anger and embarrassment making his cheeks develop splotches of deep red.

"Mate, we have to. She'll find out sooner or later," Harry stated.

"I vote for later."

"I vote for now," Hermione demanded, "And I will know now."

Ginny attempted to proceed with the story when she began to guffaw instead, irritating Hermione with her stalling.

"I'll tell her aunt Ginny," Victoire supplied, finally making her presence known, "Hi, Aunt 'Mione"

"Victiore, when did you get home?"

"This morning, Dad said Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry was here, so I decided to just come by and say hi to everyone."

"That's nice of you dear, how was your trip to Ireland?"

"Great! I learned so much! I'm almost fluent too!" Victoire exclaimed, eyes shining in pride and accomplishment.

That pulled a snort from Harry and grunt from Ron, making Hermione even more curious.

"Helpful, that language is," Harry supplied sarcastically. Ginny immediately began to chortle in merriment.

"You should tell me all about your trip, dear," Hermione finished.

"Later, 'Mione. You have to hear this," Ginny interrupted, "Go on, Victiore."

"Well, I flooed through and heard voices coming from inside the kitchen, so I came in here looking for Uncle Ron. I saw Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny snickering as Aunt Ginny pointed at Uncle Ron and whispering something in Uncle Harry's ear. Uncle Ron was drinking from the carton of milk..."

Hermione instantly glared at Ron who had the decency to act abashed and guilty. He knew how much she hated it when he drank straight from the container.

"So I assumed I should be the one to tell him, since I speak Irish fairly well, that he was drinking..."

"I cannot believe you didn't know you were drinking breast milk," Hermione said inside their bedroom after everyone left, tone laced with amusement as her lips twitched on the side, desperately trying to keep it from forming into a grin.

"I didn't know it was bloody breast milk! And who keeps that shite in the refrigerator," Ron inquired in a light tone, not wanting his babies to over hear.

" Ron, you know we just had Hugo and I cant always be arsed to pump every day, so Molly brought some this morning," Hermione answered as she settled into bed.

"Bloody hell, it would have been nice to get a warning. I would rather fly in an aeroplane a billion times before retelling that incident again," Ron stated, looking at Hermione with a look that said if-you-tell-anyone-I-will-bloody-kill-you-no-matter-if-you-are-my-wife-or-not.

Hermione just smiled and gave Ron a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.

As Ron settled into bed and turned off the light Hermione shifted and, "By the way, I planned us another flight to Australia to visit my parents."

"But," Ron began but Hermione interjected lightly, "báinne cìche, dear."

"FINE, damnit, fine..."

A/N: If you didnt know, "báinne" is Irish for milk. "Cìche" is Irish for breast. So Ron accidentally drank breast milk. LOL!

Thanks again Trixie Lestrange for the prompt! It was fun writing it. Lol

As always, I need a prompt for the letter "c". The chosen prompt giver will have first access to the story. So leave it in a message or a review!

Reviews are never expected but they are gratefully appreciated! :)